Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.